a poem
i feel like
a hollow shell.
Nothing matters.
No emotions in this figure
Hopes, Dreams, Heart
it was taken from me
greedy people.
leaving this body empty.
i'm still a human,
The wetness makes me real, the
Tears make me a Real person again. they
Clear my my soul and i can see what's inside.
Do i like what i see?
is it even up to me?
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